Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
A short conversational treatise on hickeys in the workplace:
frank, my manager: Damn, what happened to your neck?
krisis: Um… i dropped something on it. Yeah. Dropped something on my neck. Hurt like hell.
frank: Dude, it looks awful. It’s all purple and bubbled up….
krisis: Um, yeah, let me just button up my shirt.
Thank god for collared shirts, that’s all i have to say about that one…
by krisis
I’m dying. Really. I mean… life right now is a really good life, but there are a lot of really shitty parts of it. I hate my classes. I keep telling myself that i’m going to drop one or two but i still have 19 credits. Classes are the main problem… without them i’d have enough time to deal with everything else so that it was all good. I need to go to physical therapy for my collarbone, but i don’t have any time for it. I have play rehearsal every night this week; i think i need to miss one of my co-op interviews. If i miss it, i might get into trouble. I interviewed last week for the only job i want… let’s all pray they pick me. Anyhow… despite all my bitching, life is good. Life is good. Good.
by krisis
By the way, my job interview yesterday was spectacular, and i really think i stand a chance at being offered the position. So, keep your fingers crossed.
by krisis
This is the worst day ever. Ever. For example, when turning on my computer to simply print out my resume for a job interview i found i was out of black ink. You’d think replacing the black cartridge would make a difference in this situation, but no, that would be too easy. You see, every single cartridge i installed printed in the same spotty fashion – full, empty, or inbetween. Then, all of my dress socks mysteriously disappeared, meaning i’m in my full interview attire with grey cotton socks. And, apparently i’m not supposed to be wearing so much black because it’s intimidating. Well, you know what i have to say to that? I hope i intimidate the hell out of them! Grawr! This is the only job that i really want out of the ones i submitted requests for, and of course it comes on a day that i am obviously dying! Argh…
by krisis
Yesterday as i was coming home from working at the coffee shop, i saw what i thought was a 2 dimensional cut out of a man in a business suit. I wasn’t exactly sure why there’d be such a decoration in the middle of Suburban Station, but it struck me as whimsical and i continued to walk by when out of the corner of my eye i saw the 2d-man move. As it turned out, he was in the middle of his daily commute, just like myself or anyone else i walked past. But when i looked at him at first, he had no character to him… his edges weren’t rounded and his face was struck in a single expression held as long as my glance lasted.
I think it was just the light. Have you ever noticed that some teevee shows look more like sets with people on them than others? Two that come to mind are Roseanne and Home Improvement. Either because of the lighting or the film used, the actors on both of those television shows never seemed to be a part of their scenery to me … they stuck out just like an actor on stage does, and the burden of suspending disbelief fell upon you as the viewer. Other shows like Cheers and Friends make the environment as much as a character as the actors, and so it seems as though we’re actually watching people living their lives, even though we’re fully aware that it’s a sitcom. In this case, the sitcom has helped us suspend our disbelief.
Even though the man was wearing a business suit and carrying a briefcase, he stood out against the surroundings just like a magnet on a refrigerator. Was it something about him? Or, was it something about me?